Treasure Island

Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Bit of Beckett Reduced to Haiku(for my old pal Al)


WAITING FOR GODOT

Waiting for wot...eh?
Never get to know...that’s life!
Nothing happens...twice!

HAPPY DAYS

Up to her neck in
it & all Life’s shit but still
likes a good natter.

PLAY

Life was hell & well
Hell’s hell too...doomed to repeat
what we have been through.

KRAP’S LAST TAPE

Alone with his own
voice tormenting him with what
might have been but was...not.

ENDGAME

Life’s a game to play
but it all ends in dustbins.
A load of rubbish?

NOT 1

Left alone in dark
trying to talk herself out
of loneliness. Can’t!

EH JOE?

Can’t stop the voices
that ferment inside us &
haunt & torment us.

Submitted: Sunday, May 20, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011
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